She treats me well Got a woman at home Now I've got a woman at home Well she's alright When everyone is wrong Let's me waste another song Stumble through the years I'll make it heaven, make it hell One day to the next

She's got whatever it is It blows me away She's everything I wanted to say to a woman But couldn't find the words to say I don't know what to do Because every time I try and tell her how I feel You got whatever it is It comes out "I love you" She's got

Southbound again I don't know if I'm going or leaving home Boy got to be moving Seems like the boy is bound to roam Southbound again got no money I've got no place to go That woman's with her lover boy Never want to see her face no more Every single time

Well, if I go down dyin', you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kids But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid She's a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread Well, when the pipeline

Had to write a letter to my ma dukes (Ma dukes) I know you proud of me, but I'm proud, too (I'm proud, too) You the only woman I'd give some vows to (On God) I'm still your baby even though I got a child, too (Straight up) Yes, she got a Range Rover and

Well, get down woman, before I have to go. Well, slow down, baby, and gimme a little time. You know, ya hurt me with your bad mouth, An' I just don't want to know. If you want me hangin' 'round, Gotta give me some peace of mind. Oh, get down boy. Well,

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

Way over town That's good to me oh, yeah Well, I've got a woman Say I've got a woman I've got a woman She saves her lovin' early in the morning Just for me Don't you know she's alright She give me money When I'm in need

Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people When the kid hits Alabama, people Don't you try to dog him 'round Well, I was born in Mississippi And I don't take any stuff from you I've got my pistols in my pockets boys I'm Alabama bound I've got my pistols

I think it's time for me to move along, I do believe Now you're talkin' jive, woman, when you say to me That your daddy's gonna take us in, baby, take care of me Got bells in your mind, mama, and it's easy to see Now I'll tell you plainly, baby, what a