Luther's Blues
Well, my mama called me Luther
And my daddy calls me son
Yes, my mother called me Luther
And my daddy calls me son
Yes, you know my woman called me a fool
And you know she's the only one
Yes, I don't know why she treat me so bad
You know I've been so sweet and kind
Yeah, I don't know why you wanna treat me so bad, baby
You know I've been so sweet and kind
Yeah, you know if you don't stop doin' me
The way you doin' me, baby
I'm gonna, I'm gonna
[Incomprehensible] my poor, my
Yes, time has been my teacher
Baby and time has been my enemy too
Hey I said, time, time has been my teacher
You know time has been my enemy too
You know I found the way
To make you happy, baby
But you know you found another man
To make you happy too
Yeah, you are strain on my heart
You think I'm a fool, you want that piece of wood
I don't know you makes me do you like that
Oh, that's what you think, I just have a livin' to make, baby
You don't know what you're talkin' about
What trash, you don't know me?
Yeah, fair enough, go on, fair enough
I don't care how much you care, fair enough
I'ma do it to you anyway
I'm gonna, yeah, I'm oh yeah
I'm gonna squeeze, I'm gonna squeeze
And the whole world gonna know about it
Make your mind now, come on now
You might as well get in the groove
Come on, come on, squeeze
And my daddy calls me son
Yes, my mother called me Luther
And my daddy calls me son
Yes, you know my woman called me a fool
And you know she's the only one
Yes, I don't know why she treat me so bad
You know I've been so sweet and kind
Yeah, I don't know why you wanna treat me so bad, baby
You know I've been so sweet and kind
Yeah, you know if you don't stop doin' me
The way you doin' me, baby
I'm gonna, I'm gonna
[Incomprehensible] my poor, my
Yes, time has been my teacher
Baby and time has been my enemy too
Hey I said, time, time has been my teacher
You know time has been my enemy too
You know I found the way
To make you happy, baby
But you know you found another man
To make you happy too
Yeah, you are strain on my heart
You think I'm a fool, you want that piece of wood
I don't know you makes me do you like that
Oh, that's what you think, I just have a livin' to make, baby
You don't know what you're talkin' about
What trash, you don't know me?
Yeah, fair enough, go on, fair enough
I don't care how much you care, fair enough
I'ma do it to you anyway
I'm gonna, yeah, I'm oh yeah
I'm gonna squeeze, I'm gonna squeeze
And the whole world gonna know about it
Make your mind now, come on now
You might as well get in the groove
Come on, come on, squeeze
Credits
Writer(s): Luther Sylvestor Allison
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