I want a tell ya about my baby, she used to weigh 383
She went to Jenny Craig, and now she's just as slim as me
Talkin' 'bout my baby, whoa yeah, that woman a-mine
Well she used to be a big woman, right now, she's slim and fine
She be on the cover of some-a magazine
'Cau

I got the blues, you know I'm so broke I wanna cry
Lord, I got 'em, you know I'm so broke I wanna cry
Because my baby she's gone and I just don't know the reason why
She got me walkin', I'm talkin' all to my lonely self
She got me walkin', I'm talkin' all to my lonely self

Still playin' this music now
I wanna show you way I feel
I feel bad 'cause I don't have a dollar bill
I need money, Lord, at least that's what I wish
One bird in the hand is better 'n two out in the bush
That' why I'm fed up
(He's fed up)
Gotta keep the bird ri

Florine, Lord you know I call her, Flo
Florine, you know I call her, Flo
She's my hip shakin' mama and she shake like jello
You know I met her, long time ago
You know I met her, long time ago
She's my hip shakin' mama and she shake like jello
Woo-hoo-hoo
Shake

Lord, I smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke two packs a day
Only thing it's doin' to me
Is fadin' my life away
That's why, I'm gonna do what I gotta do, oh yeah
Well, I done made up my mind
I'm gonna cut this smokin' or lose, oh yeah
Lord, I go out and have a drink

Come home this mornin' my woman she treated me like dirt
Just because I had lipstick on my shirt
She looked at me she made a nasty crack
I said, "Please, please woman get off-a my back"
I got mad (got mad baby)
Got so mad (I got a bad little baby)
I got mad you can

Ridin' down a highway in my ragged Greyhound bus
Wanted to buy me some food but my money didn't have enough
No time for foolin' around I had to go an' do a show
So I edged it off the highway at a 7-11 store
I bought junk food
I bought me some junk food
I bought some

Been playin' blues all-a my life
Always have been that way
But I've a got tired of these bills comin' in
And I don't have the money to pay
That is why, I gotta put it down
So I'm gonna tell ya again
It's gonna be my last time around
Well please don't try to tel

I'm a lonely man, wrapped up all in this world of mine
Lord I'm lonely, I'm wrapped up all in this old world of mine
Now I gotta find me somebody, an' I won't have to sing these blues an cry
I feel bad, I feel so bad than I ever been, Lord, I feel bad, bad, bad
I feel so bad

Now won't ya come on baby let me go out an party wit y'all
Now won't ya come on baby let me go out an party wit y'all
I ain't got much money but we'll really, really have a ball
You ain't got no date so you ain't got nothin' to lose
You ain't got no date so you ain't got noth

(Spoken:
Put your seat belts on, we gonna ride down the road)
Keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel
Well we goin' to Kingston Mines
Say we gonna have a real
Good time, yes alright
It'

I was runnin' down the highway, goin' down to New Orleans
Two women passed me, drivin' a big machine
I didn't know what it was but finally I caught up
They gettin' a spendin' ticket and they were drivin' a pick up truck
Two womens in a pick up truck, man them's really tuff

I know little girl, you gon' miss me
I know, darlin' you gon' cry
When it's all over, you might wanna die-yi

I know, gonna have tears in your eye-eyes
You'll be lonely, 'n ya really won't know why-i
When it's all over you might wanna die-i

When you left me little gir