Third Street Woman Blues

Hmm-mmm, where my Third Street woman now? Hmm-mmm, where my Third Street woman now? Thought she would cheat street me, got the coldest stuff in town Don't like my ch-chick... I had so much chicken till I heard cluckin' in my sleep I got so much chicken till I heard cluckin' in my sleep Don't like my table, mama, please don't dig so deep Hmm hmm, I got a... She's a big fat mama with the meat shakin' on her bone She's a big fat mama with the meat shakin' on her bone And every time she shake it, Lord, a hustlin' woman lose her home She's got something that the men call a stingaree She's got something that the men call a stingaree Four o'clock every morning, she turn it loose on me Hmm-mmm, where my Third Street woman gone? Hmm-mmm, where my Third Street woman gone? Believe to my soul, she would hustle everywhere but home If you can't be my rollin' mama, you can't spend your change If you can't be my rollin' mama, you can't spend my change