You Can't Read My Mind

Ernestine, my good lookin' woman

Prob'ly she lives upon that hill

'Tutwiler, cheap boozer'

Ernestine, my good lookin' woman

Prob'ly she lives upon that hill

She been tryin' a-quit po' Tommy

Whoa, Lord but I love her still

She walks the street late at night

She won't treat nobody right

She walk the streets ev'ry night

She sure don't treat nobody right

Whoa, she drinks her moonshine whiskey

But me an her make ev'rything alright

Ernestine if you quit Mr. Butler

We will make ev'rything alright

Ernestine, if you quit Mr. Butler

We'll make ev'rthing alright

If I can't see ya today

We may get together tomorrow night

You can read my letter

Oh, but you can't read my mind

Ennestine, you can read my letter, now-now

But I swear you can't read my mind

Sometime you think I'm crazy 'bout ya

I'm liable to be quitin' you all the time

Now that's alright, baby

What you did last Sunday night

I said, it's all right, Ernestine

What you did one Sunday night

If I hadn't a been in my whiskey, too

I had liable to 'cause a fuss an a fight.

'Play the boss now some'

(guitar to end)

Yeah!