Belly Achin' Blues
Being down all through your life
Now you're nearly fifty years old
You ain't that lucky with women
I mean you never struck gold
Seems there's always something
Missing all the time
At first you thought it was physical
But it's all in your mind
People call you crazy
Yeah, breathin' all the time
Seems like you've been crazy
Your whole right life, yeah
Sit back, yeah
You know what I mean
Mmm, it was the middle of December
Yeah, I ran like hell
You decided to call your baby up
She said, "there's nothing to tell"
Well, I guess you just have to suffer
Go home and walk your door
Go out and get something to drink baby
Grab your raincoat and walk down the street
Stay out all night, yeah
Oh, 'cause I'm tired of listenin' baby
To your belly achin' blues
When you know damn well there's nothing
Oh, there's nothing I can do
Stop your whining and complainin'
'Cause you know you got to choose
Between living nice and easy
Or you're belly achin' blues, yeah baby
You really do love her, baby
I know you're a trusting soul
A loving is so good
That's why you look so old
You gave all your money
Took your fat wallet out
Stiffed hundreds out for a year
Then she went south
Well, it really doesn't matter what you do
She can punch you in the jaw
She might knock all your teeth out
She'll never make you fall, no
Oh hell, you just get some new teeth
Get some new women too
Go on home now
Oh, hell, oh, baby, stop your whining, yeah, yeah
Stop your whining
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Getting tired
I'm getting tired
Tired, tired of listenin'
Tired of listenin'
Tired of listenin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now you're nearly fifty years old
You ain't that lucky with women
I mean you never struck gold
Seems there's always something
Missing all the time
At first you thought it was physical
But it's all in your mind
People call you crazy
Yeah, breathin' all the time
Seems like you've been crazy
Your whole right life, yeah
Sit back, yeah
You know what I mean
Mmm, it was the middle of December
Yeah, I ran like hell
You decided to call your baby up
She said, "there's nothing to tell"
Well, I guess you just have to suffer
Go home and walk your door
Go out and get something to drink baby
Grab your raincoat and walk down the street
Stay out all night, yeah
Oh, 'cause I'm tired of listenin' baby
To your belly achin' blues
When you know damn well there's nothing
Oh, there's nothing I can do
Stop your whining and complainin'
'Cause you know you got to choose
Between living nice and easy
Or you're belly achin' blues, yeah baby
You really do love her, baby
I know you're a trusting soul
A loving is so good
That's why you look so old
You gave all your money
Took your fat wallet out
Stiffed hundreds out for a year
Then she went south
Well, it really doesn't matter what you do
She can punch you in the jaw
She might knock all your teeth out
She'll never make you fall, no
Oh hell, you just get some new teeth
Get some new women too
Go on home now
Oh, hell, oh, baby, stop your whining, yeah, yeah
Stop your whining
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Getting tired
I'm getting tired
Tired, tired of listenin'
Tired of listenin'
Tired of listenin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Allen Workman
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