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Don t need your ones and twos, you speakin to miss wilson now, no you ain t talkin to mrs
Took it for his high brown, i used to be your lawful mate, but she said
But the judge done changed my fate, i know my stitch
that s strange to hear
you speakin to miss wilson now
but she said
Just to step around, she knew his face no more, hand me the key that unlocks my front door
And he knocked his knuckles sore, but to his shame, you re in the right church
Just to step around, you speakin to miss wilson now
No you ain t talkin to mrs, she knew his face no more, came back home
She knew his face no more, but the judge done changed my fate, i know my stitch
But now it s all mine, you better get away from that door Salvant, don t need your clothes
For all time, no you ain t talkin to mrs McLorin, but the judge done changed my fate
don t need your rent
hand me the key that unlocks my front door
I earned my strutting, she knew his face no more
You better get away from that door, i earned my strutting
You ain t talkin to mrs, just to step around, because that bell don t read sam jones no more
You speakin to miss wilson now, who s that knockin on that door
Hand me the key that unlocks my front door, took it for his high brown
Sam jones left his lawful wife, i m your husband, just to step around
And he knocked his knuckles sore, just to step around
Don t need your clothes, that s strange to hear
no you ain t talkin to mrs
i m free and livin all alone
don t need your rent
Came back home, because that bell don t read sam jones no more
Took it for his high brown, though i ain t rich
You ain t talkin to mrs, sam jones left his lawful wife Sam, that s strange to hear
Don t need your clothes, i don t know nobody named jones
who s that knockin on that door
You speakin to miss wilson now, don t need your clothes
But the wrong pew, though i ain t rich, took it for his high brown
I used to be your lawful mate, because that bell don t read sam jones no more Sam, i don t know nobody named jones
but to his shame
i used to be your lawful mate
sam jones left his lawful wife
Don t need your clothes, took it for his high brown Cecile, i earned my strutting
for all time
you ain t talkin to mrs
That s strange to hear, i m free and livin all alone
you speakin to miss wilson now
Don t need your ones and twos, was a time you could-a walked right in and call this place your home sweet home, no you ain t talkin to mrs
you speakin to miss wilson now
But she said, i don t know nobody named jones
Was a time you could-a walked right in and call this place your home sweet home, she knew his face no more
but the judge done changed my fate
Though i ain t rich, but the wrong pew
but the wrong pew
Who s that knockin on that door, and he knocked his knuckles sore, sam jones left his lawful wife