I Got a Problem Songtext
von Bobby Rush

I got a problem
In fact, I got three problems
And they are about to get me down
Yes, I got three problems
And they′re all about to get me down
I got a problem with my woman
With my girlfriend and my wife

Well, when my problem first started y'all
I was sticking around with number three
Number two got jealous, told my wife on me
Now my wife, she got mad, move back home to her mother
Number two left town and number three found herself a good lover

I got a problem
And my problem about to get me down
Well, I got a problem with my woman
With my girlfriend and my wife


Well, I love number one
And I love number two
But number three would do things I′ma want
And number two won't do

Number one, she can cook
Number two got plenty of money
Number three can't cook, she don′t have a dime
But she sure got some good honey

I got a problem
And my problem about to get me down, oh Lord
Well, I got a problem with my woman
With my girlfriend and my wife

What can I do, y′all?
What can I say?
I'm caught up between walking a hard place
It ain′t no fun when a rabbit got the gun

I got a problem with my woman
My girlfriend and my wife

I got a problem
And my problem about to get me down
Well, I got a problem with my woman
With my girlfriend and my wife


I got a problem
And my problem about to get me down
Tell 'em, I got three problems
And they all about to get me down
I got a problem with my woman
With my girlfriend, and my wife

I got a problem, big problem
I got a problem, three big problems
(C′mon, woman)