Honey, You Done Gone Too Far

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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