I Don't Have To Sing The Blues

I've got this good lookin' woman back home

Let me tell y'all

She cooks good and she looks good

And she just can't do no wrong

She cooks me cornbread in the morning

She's my dinner and my midnight snack

She sits up and she begs

And she even rolls over on her back

Please don't tell me that's the way that it goes

'Cause I've tried hard and I know

I ain't been playin' in your back yard

'Cause I got my baby and she love me so

She don't treat me mean

And she loves my machine, yeah

I digs her 'cause she's funky

And she sure keeps it clean now

I'm a loafer, she's my chauffeur

And she sure likes to drive me

I lay my life on the line

And she steps up right beside me, yeah

Please don't tell me that's the way that it goes

'Cause I've tried hard and I know

I ain't been playin' in your back yard

'Cause I got my baby and she love me so

I don't have to sing the blues no more

A girl like mine is hard to find for sure

She lays it on me each and every night

She's my pleasure and my world's delight

I don't have to sing the blues no more

A girl like mine is hard to find for sure

She lays it on me each and every night

She's my pleasure and my world's delight