We Can't Make It Right - B.B. King

We can’t make it baby

We can’t last another year

We can’t make it baby

We can’t last another year

Well I try to treat you kind baby

But it seems like you got the wrong idea

I give you all my money baby

To buy those real fine clothes

I give you all my money baby

To buy those real fine clothes

I bought you a home and everything baby

Now you’re trying to put old me outdoors

When I first met you baby

You had to do it out in the street

When I first met you baby

You had to do it out in the street

I put clothes on your back, baby

I put shoes on your feet

It seems right to me baby

Since you got your feet up off the ground

It seems right to me baby

Since you got your feet up off the ground

You’re a real big-shot woman now

You don’t want old me around