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You take like, me an' my wifeWe got about four kidsFound the next door neighbor, an' she says,"Look-a-here, let's get together one night,An' go out an' have a ball, let the husbands baby-sit,How 'bout that?"Can ya dig it fellas?She come after me, she says, "Honey, we wanna go out tonight, and have a ball"I said, "Sure, it's alright, just as long as you be home by two"I let's her go ahead on out, an' I'm baby sittin',Kids hollerin' an' cryin',I had to put diapers, change diapersTwo o'clock come, no wifeI said well, that's alright she probably went 'bout four or five miles out-a the city limitI give her about thirty minutes to get homeSongtexteCan ya dig it fellas?Three o'clock come, still no wifeFour o'clock, sure was mad, nowHere she come, draggin' inNow can ya dig this fellas?Now here the way she talk to me, real sweetShe sounded good, ya knowKissin' me all on the neck an' goin' onFelt good, but I'm still mad!Now after she done all that sweet talk,You know what I told her, fellas?You know what I told her?You don't know what I told her?An' I fool around an' made her mad, you know what would happen?You know what she told me, fellas?Now I told her the same thing[Let's ride this thing outta trouble] (yeah)Well this woman is puttin' me outHow 'bout that?
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"Conversation With Collins" as written by Albert Collins
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