| Written by Lloyd Price
Elvis sings the blues |
Well lawdy, lawdy, lawdy Miss Clawdy Girl you sure look good to me But please don't excite me baby I know it can't be me Well as a girl you want my money Yeah, but you just won't treat me right You like to ball every morning Don't come home till late at night (----- guitar solo -----) Oh going tell, tell my mama Lord, I swear girl what you've been doing to me I'm going tell everybody that I'm down in misery So bye, bye bye, baby Girl, I won't be coming no more Goodbye little darling down the road I'll go (----- piano solo -----) So, bye, bye bye baby Girl, I won't be coming no more Goodbye little darling down the road I'll go |
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