Don't let him take me If you can keep me I've got my man Don't let him handle me and drive me mad I love you, Porgy I wanna stay here with you forever I loves you, Porgy I wanna stay here with you forever and I'll be glad Yes, I loves you, Porgy

All you got to do is put a drink in my hand To fill it up, or throw it down Yeah fill it up, or throw it down Early Monday morning, til Friday at five Man I work, work, work but I don't climb, climb, climb Boss man can shove that overtime up his can All

I've forgotten all of young love's joy Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy You should be stronger than me You been here 7 years longer than me Don't you know you supposed to be the man, Not pal in comparison to who you think I am, You always wanna talk

Give me one reason to stay here Said I don't want leave you lonely You got to make me change my mind And I'll turn right back around And I'll turn right back around I don't want no one to squeeze me, they might take away my life Baby I got your number,

Let's get out of this town All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights, follow the crowd Baby we got to get out I don't wanna live my life in circles I just wanna find an empty road Let's get away

Shall I tell you about my life They say I'm a man of the world I've flown across every tide And I've seen lots of pretty girls I guess I've got everything I need I would't ask for more And there's no one I'd rather be But I just wish that I'd never been

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 love you, Porgy Don't let him take me Don't let him handle me If you can keep me I want to stay here With you forever And drive me mad I've got my man And I'll be glad

If your man get personal, want to have your fun I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side Best come on back to Friar's Point, mama, barrelhouse all night long But my Friar's Point

This is a fine romance A fine romance, my friend this is I haven't got a chance Two old fogeys, who need crutches True love should have the thrills that a healthy crime has You never give the orchids I sent a glance A fine romance, with no kisses We