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When I done quit hollerin’ baby
I believe I shake ’em on down
Get my babe, won’t be late,
You know by that I mean seconds late
Ah, must I holler,
Must I shake ’em on down,
Well I’ve been mistreated, babe,
I believe I’ll shake ’em on down.
Shake ’em.
Well I ain’t no monkey.
I can’t climb no tree,
No brown skin woman gonna make
No monkey out of me,
I ain’t no monkey,
Sure can’t climb no tree,
I been mistreated babe
I believe I’ll shake ’em on down,
Well I’ve been mistreated babe
I believe I’ll shake ’em on down.
Listen mama,
Put on your mornin’ gown’
Put in your nightshirt
Mama we gonna shake ’em down
Must I holler
Must I shake ’em on down?
Gave my baby a twenty dollar bill,
If that don’t get her,
Sure my shot, shot, shot-gun will,
Yeah, I gave my baby a twenty dollar bill,
If that don’t get that woman,
I’m sure my shot-gun will.
Gonna go shoot her now...
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