Well, lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, Miss Clawdy
well, you sure look good to me.
Believe me child, baby, you know I
can't be free.
#1.
I done give all my money but you just don't
treat me right.
You like to ball every morning, don't come
home till late at night.
#2.
I'm gonna tell, tell your mama, what you been
doing to me.
Believe me child, baby, I'm in miser-y.
Well, lawdy, lawdy, lawdy, Miss Clawdy
well, you sure look good to me.
Believe me child, baby, you know I
can't be free.
#3.
I said, bye, bye, bye, baby you won't see me
no more.
Bye, little darling down the road I'll go.
Down the road I'll go down the road I'll go (Fade.)
A fifties/sixties smash from Kraziekhat.