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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