Classic Poem

I can tell
my dog
any where I hear him bark;
I can tell my rider
by I feel her in the dark.

You's a cold
blooded murderer
when you want me out your way;
says that's all right, mama:
you gonna need my help some day.

And I feel
like slapping
my pistol in your face:
let some brown skin woman
be here to take your place.

Hey hey
hey yeah
Mmmmmm mm hmmm
let some brown skin woman
be here to take your place.

Now you know
you didn't want me
when you lay down 'cross my bed,
drinking your moonshine whiskey, mama,
talking all out your head.
Now gimme the money baby,
I'll catch that train and go;
You don't have to kill me,
'Cause you don't want me no more;
Hey—
'Cause you don't want me no more;
Now you gimme the money baby,
And I'll catch that train and go.

Now if you see
my rider,
tell her I said bring it home;
I ain't had no loving
since my gal been gone.

There's two
kind of people
in the world that I can't stand:
that's a lying woman
and a monkey man.

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