Billie's Blues Songtext
von Carmen McRae
Billie's Blues Songtext
Hey, hey, I love my man, tell the world I do
Yeah, I love my man, tell the world I do
But the way he mistreats me, makes me feel so blue
Yeah, yeah, I love that man, I′m a liar if I say I don't
Yes, I love that man, I′m a liar if I say I don't
But I'll quit that man, I′m a liar if I say I won′t
I've been your slave, ever since I′ve been your, babe
I'm talkin′ 'bout being your slave, ever since I′ve been your, babe
But before I'll be your dog, I'll see you laying in your grave
If you don′t like my peaches
Why do you shake my tree?
I said, if you don′t dig the peaches, baby
Stand back from the tree
You'd better get out of my orchard
And let my peach tree be, yeah
Hey-hey-hey, I ain′t good-lookin'
And my hair ain′t hangin' down in curls
I ain′t good-lookin' and my hair ain't curls
But you can believe my mama she give me something
It′s gonna carry me through this world
Some men like me ′cause I'm happy
Some ′cause I'm snappy
Some call me honey
Those of ′em think I got money
Some say, "McRae, you are truly built for speed"
So if you wrap it all together
Makes me everything a good man needs
Good man needs
Yeah, I love my man, tell the world I do
But the way he mistreats me, makes me feel so blue
Yeah, yeah, I love that man, I′m a liar if I say I don't
Yes, I love that man, I′m a liar if I say I don't
But I'll quit that man, I′m a liar if I say I won′t
I've been your slave, ever since I′ve been your, babe
I'm talkin′ 'bout being your slave, ever since I′ve been your, babe
But before I'll be your dog, I'll see you laying in your grave
If you don′t like my peaches
Why do you shake my tree?
I said, if you don′t dig the peaches, baby
Stand back from the tree
You'd better get out of my orchard
And let my peach tree be, yeah
Hey-hey-hey, I ain′t good-lookin'
And my hair ain′t hangin' down in curls
I ain′t good-lookin' and my hair ain't curls
But you can believe my mama she give me something
It′s gonna carry me through this world
Some men like me ′cause I'm happy
Some ′cause I'm snappy
Some call me honey
Those of ′em think I got money
Some say, "McRae, you are truly built for speed"
So if you wrap it all together
Makes me everything a good man needs
Good man needs
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