Lyrics

You're whining baby all the time Give you a nickel you want a dime It's not fair, things is dumb Go get you a ticket be a long ride home That's tellin' 'em, that's tellin' 'em First I was sore but now I'm yelling 'em You play hot you play cold You talk of love, but you gettin' old That's tellin' 'em, that's tellin' 'em And when I tell them they stay told You promised on your wedding day That you would honour and obey Don't toot your doggone horn so loud Papa's gonna wrap you in a funeral shroud That's tellin' 'em, that's tellin' 'em First I was sore but now I'm yelling 'em You play hot you play cold You talk of love, but you gettin' old That's tellin' 'em, that's tellin' 'em And when I tell them they stay told You know your Papa ain't so strong I'm afraid he can't last long You squawk around like a flock of geese Go away woman let me die in peace That's tellin' 'em, that's tellin' 'em First I was sore but now I'm yelling 'em You play hot you play cold You talk of love, but you gettin' old That's tellin' 'em, that's tellin' 'em And when I tell them they stay told You hang around all day and rave You worry your Papa to his grave My tempers up, my mind is set You're gonna beat your Papa to the graveyard yet That's tellin' 'em, that's tellin' 'em First I was sore but now I'm yelling 'em You play hot you play cold You talk of love, but you gettin' old That's tellin' 'em, that's tellin' 'em And when I tell them they stay told
Writer(s): Leroy Carr, Francis Hillman Scrapper Blackwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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