Lyrics Coldest Stuff in Town - Hattie Hart

Hattie, Hattie, Hattie, what have you done to me?
Hattie, Hattie, Hattie, what have you done to me?
I believe to my soul you got a doggone stingeree

When I go out singin', I goes out all alone
When I goes out singin', I goes out all alone
I got a new way of singin' make a good woman lose her home

Singin' is my trade, I don't have to lie
Singin' is my trade, I don't have to lie
If you feel my stinger you want to until you die

It was soon this mornin' I heard my doorbell ring
It was soon this mornin' I heard my doorbell ring
I thought Slim was workin' and he wasn't doin' a doggone thing

(Ask Slim about it, Willie B)
(What about it, Slim?)
(I'll tell you directly... Now I'm gonna tell you)
(Bet's off, then)

My name is Rex, I lives out West, Don't wanta be tangled up in that mess
'Nother drink, Hattie, pass the bottle around
(Here you are, Slim)
'Cause that jive you and Willie B. shootin', coldest stuff in town