Squeaky Work Bench Blues

Babe, I can't love you, babe,
I can't love you, I'm gon' tell you what's it all about
I can't love you, baby, I'm gonna tell you what's this all about
Babe, says, I don't begin to see you worry,
honey, 'til I get in the neighborhood of your house

That old screechy work bench, baby,
and your mattress is tore every way
You have old screechy work bench,
and your mattress tore every which-a-way
Baby, and you come tell me to come and
lay down, and I have not got no place to lay

"Spoken": Play it, Mr. Dan, for me. No, babe,
I can't use you no more.
I'm gonna tell you what's this all about, honey

Says, I get my Nunn boots nasty, from walkin' 'round on your dirty rug
I get my Nunn boots nasty, from walkin' 'round on your dirty rug
Says, I'd rather go by myself, baby,
and look to the Good Lord up above



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Writer(s): James A. Yank Rachell, James Rachell
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