Blind Willie Mctell

Now looka here mama let me tell you this
If you wants to get crooked Im gonna give you my fist
You might read from Revelations back to Genesee
But if you get crooked, your southern can belongs to me
Aint no need you bringin no jive to me
Cause your southern can is mine
Might go uptown have me arrested and have me put in jail
Some hotshot got money come and throw my bail
Soon as I get out, hit the ground
Your southern can worth two dollar, half a pound
Aint no need of bringing no stuff to me
cause your southern can is mine
You might take it from the south you might carry it up north
but understand you cant rule or either be my boss
Take it from the east, hide it in the west
When I get it mama, your can wont see no rest.
Aint no need of bringing no stuff to me
cause your southern can is mine
(in the morning)
your southern can belongs to me
(im not dreamin)
your southern can belongs to me.
Ah ashes to ashes mama, and sin to sin,
every time I hit you youll think Ive got a dozen hands.
Give you a punch through that barb-wire fence
Every time I hit you youll say Ive got no sense
Aint no need of bringing no stuff to me
cause your southern can is mine
(every bit of it)
southern can belongs to me
Get me a brick out of my backyard
give you the devil if you get kinda hard
Aint no need of bringing no jive here honey
cause your southern can is mine
(you hear me cryin)
southern can belongs to me
Spank it a little bit, boy.
[guitar run]
Ah, your southern can is mine.
Now if I catch ya mama down in the heart of town
take me a bran-new brick and tear your can on down.
Aint no need you bringin no stuff to me,
because your southern can belongs to me
(Im talkin to ya)
your southern can belongs to me.
You may be deathbed sick and mama and graveyard bound
Ill make your can moan like a hound
Aint no need you bringin no stuff to me
because your southern can is mine
(you hear me talkin)
southern can belongs to me.
[Guitar run]
Oh spank it like that.
The way Ruthie Mae likes it.
Cause your southern can is mine.
Sit there unsteady with your eyes all red
what I said get your grandma dead.
Aint no need of bringing no jive to me
cause your southern can is mine
You got to stop your barkin and raising the deuce
Ill grab you mama and turn every way but loose
Aint no need of bringing no jive here honey
cause your southern can belongs to me
(every bit of it)
southern can belongs to me.
[Guitar run.]
Aww, whup it boy, thats the way the people like that thing.
Aint no need of bringing no jive here honey
cause your southern can is mine
(you hear me talkin)
your southern can belongs to me.
Might twiddle like a tadpole
let it jump like a frog
Every time I hit it youll holler
God oh God
Aint no need of bringing no jive here honey
cause your southern can is mine
(you hear me talkin)
southern can belongs to me.
Now play it a little bit, just whup it.
Aww shucks. Play that thing boy.
Southern can belo-ongs to me.
[ Southern Can Is Mine Lyrics ]