That's Tellin' 'em

You're whining baby all the time
Give you a nickel you want a dime
It's not fair, things is dumb
Go get you a ticket be a long ride home

That's tellin' 'em. That's tellin' 'em
First I was sore but now I'm yelling 'em
You play hot you play cold
You talk of love, but you gettin' old
That's tellin' 'em. That's tellin' 'em
And when I tell them they stay told

You promised on your wedding day
That you would honor and obey
Don't toot your doggone horn so loud
Papa's gonna wrap you in a funeral shroud

That's tell'in 'em. That's tell'in 'em
First I was sore, but now I'm yelling 'em
You play hot, you play cold
You talk of love, but you getting old
That's tellin' 'em. That's tellin' 'em
And when I tell them they stay told

You know your Papa ain't so strong
I'm afraid he can't last long
You squawk around like a flock of geese
Go away woman let me die in peace

That's tellin' 'em. That's tellin' 'em
First I was sore, but now I'm yelling 'em
You play hot, you play cold
You talk of love, but you gettin' old
That's tellin' 'em. That's tellin' 'em
And when I tell them they stay told

You hang around all day and rave
You worry your Papa to his grave
My tempers up, my mind is sick
You're gonna beat your Papa to the graveyard yet

That's tell'in 'em. That's tell'in 'em
First I was sore, but now I'm yellin' 'em
You is getting big and fat
You know your Papa don't like that
That's tell'in 'em. That's tell'in 'em
And when I tell them they stay told



Credits
Writer(s): Leroy Carr, Francis Hillman Scrapper Blackwell
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