Sunpie Barnes - Garbage Can Woman текст песни

Wake up in the morning
Round 'bout three-o-clock
See my garbage can woman
She's, ah, heading down for the docks

She's my-yyy garbage can woman
Baby, what more can I say?
Well, she has her own little old problems
Whew, Lord, well, she works them out the only way

Everytime there's a full moon
I hear the screeching how-oolll!
Lord, that's the garbage can woman
She's, ah, out on the prowl

She's my-yyy garbage can woman
Baby, what more can I say?
(Lord have mercy, what kind of woman is this?)
Well, she has her own little old problems
But, people know she works them out the only way

(harmonica solo)

Plleeeasse, don't go down in the alley, boys
Lord, she sho take your life
She's got big long claws
Like your mama's butcher knife

She's myyy garbage can woman
Baby, what more can I say?
(All over town?)
Well, she has her own little old problems
But, I declare you all, she works them out the only way
(Ah come on back here for me now)

(guitar solo)

She dances down the fence row
Lord without a care
Got coffee grounds and buttermilk
Well in her hair

She's myyy garbage can woman
Baby, what more can I say
(Mmmmmm)
Well, she has her own little old problems
Well, you know, she works them out the only way
(Where that gal go to?)

(harmonica solo)