Girl I caught you in your little white lie Red handed, red handed You said you had to work tonight But here you are dancing In this honky talk with someone else And all you got to say for yourself

Across the world I've seen People and places Could be the same But with a different name. And boy, I've got the Birmingham Blues. Working on the road across this great big world I've been rolling like a stone, I never get back home Yes, I've been

Girl I caught you in your little white lie Red handed, red handed You said you had to work tonight But here you are dancing In this honky talk with someone else And all you got to say for yourself

Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman giving me advice I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women right here at

Got a lot of blood and it's cold So offended that I had to double check They keep tryna get me for my soul Thankful for the women that I know Can't go fifty-fifty with no hoe I'm workin' on dyin' Fifty thousand on my head, it's disrespect

We don't mess around We don't tie you up Just to let you down Don't girls like us make the world go round and round? I've never been a stranger to working hard But I've been known to play You won't likely find me letting down my guard But I'll get drunk

Black tears, rolling down, From the eyes of an angel in a sinner's town, She puts on her work clothes, fishnet pantyhose, She's got a nickname everybody knows at the gentlemen's club She clocks in at midnight, even though it never feels right, Makes her

Bringing together you and me Taking in that frequency, yeah Of the love that we should know Slow down pretending that you know Where we're supposed to go through generations Of just getting told, don't question the control Working on to buy a life before

Want you to sign your contract Want you to sign today Gonna give you lots of money Workin' for MCA Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the Florida border, yes up to Nashville, Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister, every

And daughters that don't belong to anyone And we are alone under this sun We are the long forgotten sons And we work to fix the work that you've undone Far from home on a road unknown Where the vultures circle on winds that blow From northern skies that