Number Three Blues

I done lost all my money, I ain't got nowhere to go
I said I lost all my money, I ain't got me nowhere to go
I believe to my soul, I'm about to lose my boy

All you women get mad, because I won't twa twa twa
All you women get mad, because I won't twa twa twa
All you women get mad, 'cause I won't dee da da da

I say I flied when I was four, be careful in years gone by
JI flied when I was four, be careful in years gone by
I couldn't do anything mama, but fold my little arms and cry

I said here come Number Three, with her headlights turned down
I said here come Number Three, with her headlights turned down
I believe to my soul, she is Alabama bound

Apples on my table, peaches on my chair
Apples on my table, peaches on my chair
I got to stay there, to eat them all by myself



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Writer(s): Walter Hawkins
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