Oh, baby you done lost your good thing now Oh, baby you done lost your good thing now Well the way I used to love you baby Baby that's the way I hate
another hand You're calling me your pal now When I used to be your man Hey you're calling me your pal now, baby When I used to be your man You're flying
don't respond to romance Jack, you're dead! When a chick is smiling at you Even though there's nothing said If you stand there like a statue Jack, you're
I go If I ever get my hands on a dollar again I'm gonna squeeze it, and squeeze it Till the eagle grins Nobody knows you when you're down and out In
When I come home in the morning And I knock on the door I don't get that glad-to-see-you welcome The glad-to-see-you welcome any more Oh but to me It'
the way you're carrying yourself Whole lot of talk around town, woman About the way you're carrying yourself You're jiving everybody in town But old B
get me a babe that can Yes, you're goin' around cheatin' and lyin' You ain't doin' nothin' but losin' a good man Well, life is too short to be worryin', woman Babe and you're
that you're going strong Oh your friend will always tell you baby They'll say that you're going strong Well they'll smile and call you lover Fool, don't you know you're
'd better get another that can Yes, if you can't do no better, think I'd better get another that can You know you're going around and cheap on me You're
You're breakin' my heart baby, and there ain't a damn thing I can do Yes, you got me wringin' my hands and cryin' baby, well, you're breakin' my heart
you don't respond to romance Jack, you're dead When a chick is smiling at you Even though there's nothing said If you stand there like a statue Jack, you're
I go If I ever get my hands on a dollar again I'm gonna squeeze it, and squeeze it till the eagle grins Nobody knows you, when you're down and out In
Stormy Monday They call it stormy Monday But Tuesday's just as bad Oh, they call it, they call it stormy Monday But Tuesday, Tuesday's just as bad Oh
is shining bright B.B., you're the boss You're the boss You're the boss You're the boss You're the boss Yes, you're the boss, baby You pay the cost
the way you're carrying yourself Whole lot of talk around town, woman About the way you're carrying yourself You're jiving everybody in town but old B
It?s the same old story Same old story that?s so often told You're still my woman You're still my woman You're still my woman You're still my woman You're
your man You're flying real high now, baby Go on and raise your sand Oh, you're up on the top now, baby But don't nothing, stay the same I said you're
