Me and My Gin Songtext
von Dinah Washington
Me and My Gin Songtext
Stay away from me
Cause I′m in my sin
I sad, stay away from me
Cause I'm in my sin
But if this joint is rated
Somebody bring me my gin
Well now don′t mess with me nobody
Cause you will never win
No no no don't mess with me nobody
Uhm uhm
Cause you will never win
I'll fight the army and the navy airforce and anybody
If somebody brings me my gin
Well nowany bootlegger
Show him a pall of mine
Any bootlegger
Show him, a pall of mine
Cause a good bottle of gin
Will get it anytime
Especially when I get high
Ain′t got nothing to do
I sad when I get high ah ah
There ain′t nothing I wont do
So just keep me full of good liquor
And I'll be nice to you
Oh I don′t want no cloth
And I don't even need no bed
To lay my hair
I don′t want no clothes no no no no no no no
And I don't even need no bed
No bed
To lay my head
I don′t want no clothes
And my name isn't flying
All you got to do is giving a litle gin instead
Well, I got high last night
And I took my man to his wife front door
I sad I got you last night
And took my man to his wife fronts door
Oh but she was a forty five packing mama
And I ain't got a try that no more
Cause I′m in my sin
I sad, stay away from me
Cause I'm in my sin
But if this joint is rated
Somebody bring me my gin
Well now don′t mess with me nobody
Cause you will never win
No no no don't mess with me nobody
Uhm uhm
Cause you will never win
I'll fight the army and the navy airforce and anybody
If somebody brings me my gin
Well nowany bootlegger
Show him a pall of mine
Any bootlegger
Show him, a pall of mine
Cause a good bottle of gin
Will get it anytime
Especially when I get high
Ain′t got nothing to do
I sad when I get high ah ah
There ain′t nothing I wont do
So just keep me full of good liquor
And I'll be nice to you
Oh I don′t want no cloth
And I don't even need no bed
To lay my hair
I don′t want no clothes no no no no no no no
And I don't even need no bed
No bed
To lay my head
I don′t want no clothes
And my name isn't flying
All you got to do is giving a litle gin instead
Well, I got high last night
And I took my man to his wife front door
I sad I got you last night
And took my man to his wife fronts door
Oh but she was a forty five packing mama
And I ain't got a try that no more
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