Number Three Blues (Take 2)

I done lost all my money, I ain't got nowhere to go

I said I lost all my money, I ain't got me nowhere to go

I believe to my soul, I'm about to lose my boy

All you women get mad, because I won't twa twa twa

All you women get mad, because I won't twa twa twa

All you women get mad, 'cause I won't dee da da da

I say I flied when I was four, be careful in years gone by

JI flied when I was four, be careful in years gone by

I couldn't do anything mama, but fold my little arms and cry

I said here come Number Three, with her headlights turned down

I said here come Number Three, with her headlights turned down

I believe to my soul, she is Alabama bound

Apples on my table, peaches on my chair

Apples on my table, peaches on my chair

I got to stay there, to eat them all by myself