paroles de chanson Southern Can Is Mine - Blind Willie McTell

Now looka here mama let me tell you this
If you wants to get crooked I'm gonna give you my fist
You might read from Revelation back to Genesee
But if you get crooked, your southern can belongs to me
Ain't no need you bringin no jive to me
'Cause your southern can is mine

Might go uptown have me arrested and have me put in jail
Some hotshot got money come on and go my bail
Soon as I get out, hit the ground
Your southern can worth two dollar, half a pound
Ain't no need you bringing no stuff to me
'Cause your southern can is mine

You might take it from the south you might carry it up north
But understand you can't rule or neither be my boss
Take it from the east, hide it in the west
When I get it mama, your can won't see no rest.
Ain't no need you bringing no stuff to me
Cause your southern can is mine
Early in the morning
Your southern can belongs to me
I'm not dreamin'
Your southern can belongs to me

Ah ashes to ashes mama, and sin to sin
Every time I hit you you'll think I've got a dozen hands
Give you a punch through that barb-wire fence
Every time I hit you you'll say I ain't got no sense
Ain't no need you bringing no stuff to me
'Cause your southern can is mine
Every bit of it
Southern can belongs to me

Get me a brick out of my backyard
Give you the devil if you act kinda hard
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
Cause your southern can is mine
You hear me cryin'
Southern can belongs to me

(Spank it a little bit, boy)

Ah, your southern can is mine.
Now if I catch ya mama down in the heart of town
Take me a brand new brick and tear your can on down.
Ain't no need you bringing no stuff to me
Because your southern can belongs to me
I'm talkin to ya
Your southern can belongs to me

You may be deathbed sick mama and graveyard bound
I'll make your can moan like a hound
Ain't no need you bringin no stuff to me
Because your southern can is mine
You hear me talkin'
Southern can belongs to me.

(Oh spank it like that. The way Ruthie Mae likes it)

'Cause your southern can is mine
Sit there unsteady with your eyes all red
What I said get your grandma dead
Ain't no need of bringing no jive to me
'Cause your southern can is mine
You got to stop your barkin' and raising the deuce
I'll grab you mama and turn you every way but loose
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
Cause your southern can belongs to me
Every bit of it
Southern can belongs to me

(Aww, whup it boy, that's the way the people like that thing)

Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
'Cause your southern can is mine
You hear me talkin'
Your southern can belongs to me

Might twiddle like a tadpole
Let it jump like a frog
Every time I hit it your gonna holler
"God oh God"
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
'Cause your southern can is mine
You hear me talkin'
Southern can belongs to me

(Now play it a little bit, just whup it
Aww shucks. Play that thing boy)

Southern can belongs to me