Never Let Your Left Hand Know

You must bring me a job, or money from anywhere
You must bring me a job, or money from anywhere
'Cause I can get your kind of lovin' in the street, just anywhere
You come home every day looking for your stew and beans
You come home every day looking for your stew and beans

And you have got more noise than any bloodhound I've ever seen
Now you take your money, you have your fun
You don't have nothing, when the house rent come
And I'm through, cooking your stew and beans
And you can eat more neck bones than any man I've ever seen
Now if you want me, baby, you got to make your purse show down

If you want me, baby, make your purse show down
And you got to put your money down where I got mine
Now you're laying up in my bed, between my two white sheets
I can't see and smell nothing, but your doggone feet
And I'm through, trying to make a man of you

And if you can't bring a job, don't you look for your daily stew
I worked hard from Monday until late Saturday night
And you's a dirty mistreater, you ain't treating me right
And I'm through, cooking your stew and beans
And you's a dirty bloodhound, dirty than any man I've seen