Lyrics Your Funeral, My Trial - Sonny Boy Williamson

Please come home to your daddy and explain yourself to me
Because I and you are man and wife, tryin' to start a family
I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive
If you can't treat me no better
It gotta be your funeral and my trial
When I and you first got together, 't was on one Friday night
We spent two lovely hours together and the world knows alright
I'm just beggin' you baby, please cut out that off the wall jive
You know you gotta treat me better
If you don't it gotta be your funeral and my trial
Alright
The good Lord made the world and everything was in it
The way my baby love is some solid sentiment
She can love to heal the sick
And she can love to raise the dead
You might think I'm jokin' but you better believe what I say
I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive
Yeah, you gotta treat me better
Or it gotta be your funeral and my trial