I give you my dough, and you didn't
act right,
Turned around and stayed out all
night;
If you give away some, better have
some left;
I'm sure gonna need some for myself.
My money,
Lord, money's what I mean.
Sweet mama,
Lord, sweet mama, you won't break
clean.
Ain't but one thing in this world
I bar,
When you take my money, you gone
too far.
My money,
Lord, my money's what I mean.
Me working nine days every week,
Down in the mine under the Hambone
Creek,
Me working hard giving you all
my dough,
And you runnin' around with your
young gigolo.
Giving my money,
Lord, money's what I mean.
Sweet mama,
Lord, sweet mama, you won't break
clean.
Ain't but one thing in this world
I bar,
When you take my money, you gone
too far.
My money,
Lord, my money's what I mean.
I'm gonna oil my pistol like a good
man should,
I ain't gonna kill you, but I'm
gonna shoot you good,
When I start pumping with my rusty
gun,
I'll get the whole hog or I don't
want none.
My money,
Lord, my money's what I mean.
Sweet mama,
Lord, sweet mama, you won't break
clean.
Ain't but one thing in this world
I bar,
When you take my money, you gone
too far.
My money,
Lord, my money's what I mean.
I'm the lion in my den,
I'm gonna tell you how and I tell
you when,
I'm too crazy, head hard as a goat,
I can laugh in your face and cut
your doggone throat.
'Bout my money,
Lord, money's what I mean.
Sweet mama,
Lord, sweet mama, you won't break
clean.
Ain't but one thing in this world
I bar,
When you take my money, you gone
too far.
My money,
Lord, my money's what I mean.
Published 9/9/99.
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