Lyrics

I can whoop the devil with just a song, just a song
I can run a shoot-gun, honey, all day long
I can make you biscuits till the cows show up
And tell you all you wanna know about a liquor cup
But there’s something in the way, I can’t get you, babe
Doorgirl, doorgirl, so pretty and so small
You like to call me honey, but I can’t call you at all
Ol’ Hag liked pitchin woo, old folks like to rock
Me, I like to do it in just my tee shirt and my socks
But there’s something in the way, I can’t get you
Now you’ve heard my story, tell me how’s it gonna be?
Bring it on down to my house, lemme roll you like the sea
You can leave your shirt on, you don’t have to wash my socks
You don’t have to worry, I been checked for monkeypox
There’s nothing in the way, I’m gonna get you babe
Written by: Stefan Prigmore
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