I Want My Rib Back Songtext
von Keith Whitley
I Want My Rib Back Songtext
(Keith Whitley - Fred Koller)
Now the bible tells the story ′bout Adam's rib
How the Lord made a woman for companionship
The first thing she did was take a bite of that forbidden fruit
I guess we′ll be payin' till the end of time
At least that's how it is with that woman of mine
Oh Lord, I think I want my rib back.
Chorus:
Now this is wrong, Baby that ain′t right
I′m workin' tryin′ to please that woman day and night
She's never satisfied although I try to do the best that I can
This has gotta change or honey, I′m gonna leave
I won't let evolution make a monkey outta me
Oh Lord, I think I want my rib back.
There′s been a hole in my wallet and a pain in my side
Ever since I made that girl my blushin' bride
Her daddy calls her angel and her mamma calls her three times a night
Her cousin's on my sofa. her sister′s got my car
Her brothers drink my liquor like my house was a bar
Oh Lord, I think I want my rib back
Oh Lord, I think I want my rib back.
Chorus:
Now this is wrong, Baby that ain′t right
I'm workin′ tryin' to please that woman day and night
She′s never satisfied although I try to do the best that I can
This has gotta change or honey, I'm gonna leave
I won′t let evolution make a monkey outta me
Oh Lord, I think I want my rib back...
Now the bible tells the story ′bout Adam's rib
How the Lord made a woman for companionship
The first thing she did was take a bite of that forbidden fruit
I guess we′ll be payin' till the end of time
At least that's how it is with that woman of mine
Oh Lord, I think I want my rib back.
Chorus:
Now this is wrong, Baby that ain′t right
I′m workin' tryin′ to please that woman day and night
She's never satisfied although I try to do the best that I can
This has gotta change or honey, I′m gonna leave
I won't let evolution make a monkey outta me
Oh Lord, I think I want my rib back.
There′s been a hole in my wallet and a pain in my side
Ever since I made that girl my blushin' bride
Her daddy calls her angel and her mamma calls her three times a night
Her cousin's on my sofa. her sister′s got my car
Her brothers drink my liquor like my house was a bar
Oh Lord, I think I want my rib back
Oh Lord, I think I want my rib back.
Chorus:
Now this is wrong, Baby that ain′t right
I'm workin′ tryin' to please that woman day and night
She′s never satisfied although I try to do the best that I can
This has gotta change or honey, I'm gonna leave
I won′t let evolution make a monkey outta me
Oh Lord, I think I want my rib back...
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