I don´t Know - Willie Mabon

I’m gettin' sick and tired of the way you do

Good kind papa gotta poison you;

Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed

Wake up one of these mornings, find your own self dead

She said, 'You shouldn’t say that'

I said, 'What should I say this time, baby?'

She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don’t know,'

My oh my oh my;

I don’t know, what my baby puttin' down

The woman I love, she got dimples in her jaws

The clothes she’s wearin' is made out of the best of cloths;

She can take and wash, she can hang 'em upside the wall

She can throw 'em out the window

And run out and catch 'em a little bit before they fall;

Sometimes I think you has your habits on

She said, 'You shouldn’t say that'

I said, 'What should I say to make you mad this time, baby?'

She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don’t know,'

My oh my oh my;

I don’t know, what my baby puttin' down

My papa told me, my mother sat down and cried

Say, 'You're too young a man, son, to have the many women you got'

I looked at my mother then, I didn’t even crack a smile

I say, 'If the women kill me, I don’t mind dyin

The woman I love, I won the week before last

The woman I love I’ve got out of class;

I thought I won you, baby, a long time ago

If you don’t watch your step, I’m gonna have to let you go

She said, 'You shouldn’t say that'

I said, 'What should I say this time, baby?'

She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don’t know'

I don’t know;

I don’t know what my baby puttin' down, puttin' down