That Ain't Right Woman - Re-Recording

Well, now yonder comes my baby
A-walking down the street
Yeah, yonder comse my baby
And oh, she looks sweet

That ain't right, momma
No, that ain't right no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I'm gonna pack my things
And this old town I'm a-gonna blow

Well, my momma she done told me
That she don't got enough
My momma found another man
Said, he got lots of stuff

Well, that ain't right, momma
No, that ain't right no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I'm gonna pack my things
And this old town I'm a-gonna blow

Well, I'll rob a bank now, momma
I'll get a lot of grief
If you come home, I'll buy you things
Like you ain't never seen

That ain't right, momma
No, that ain't right, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
If you don't come home
This ol' town I'ma gonna blow



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Writer(s): Mack Rice
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